Shen Nian distributed a lot of snacks, but he saved all the duck feet and similar treats exclusively for Xia Yanchun. This girl loved to nibble on them whenever she had nothing else to do.
She had already finished the large batch she asked him to buy last time, so he bought over a dozen more and kept them in his backpack.
If he hadn't escaped the game and didn't have the gold coins issued by the system, he really might not have been able to support Haji Chun's little requests. Eight hundred bucks was barely enough for him to get by.
Damn, he wanted to secretly tell his mom that he was hanging out with Haji Chun to use it as an excuse to get more living expenses.
When a kid is single, just staying alive is enough. But once they find a partner, they have to start putting in the effort.
If you don't find a partner and push your family a bit, you'll never know how hard they can work.
"Here, this is for you too."
Shen Nian placed the last small bottle of Wangzai milk on top of Xia Yanchun's pile of books. He had drunk so much of her pure milk that it wouldn't be right not to give something back.
Xia Yanchun was gnawing on a duck foot, surrounded by the smell of pickled peppers.
"Just how much food do you have left?"
"I've handed it all out. There's nothing left now."
"Honestly, a whole backpack full of snacks. Aren't you afraid of getting an upset stomach from eating so much random stuff?"
"I barely ate any myself, okay? Didn't I give it all away to others?"
"Bullshit. You always sneak food during study hall. You think I didn't see you?"
Shen Nian rubbed his nose. So Haji Chun knew about that too.
He didn't study anyway, and there was no teacher around. The things he ate didn't have much of a smell, so even Ma Mingfan and Chen Dong in the front row didn't notice. It didn't affect anyone else, so what was the big deal?
It was obvious at a glance. The verdict: Haji Chun had been peeking at him during class and got the munchies.
"I'll save a portion for you next time."
"Who wants to eat that."
"Aren't you eating right now?"
"I meant during class! Now that class is over, I want to eat. Got it?"
"Got it, got it." Shen Nian didn't argue with her and glanced at Li Shiyan, who was also nibbling on a duck foot.
Li Shiyan was the picture of a delicate young lady. When she ate a duck foot, she had to spit out the bones and rest them on a tissue. Shen Nian, on the other hand, would swallow everything, skin, bones, and all, except for the biggest bone.
Sigh, who would have thought that such a delicate, loli-like girl would have such a provocative internet handle behind the scenes.
Noticing Shen Nian's gaze, Li Shiyan lowered her head in embarrassment. The small snacks Shen Nian had given her were just a few packets of vegetarian tripe and dried little fish, not these duck feet.
"Um... Xiaochun gave me this, and I gave some of mine to Xiaochun."
"?"
Shen Nian had only glanced at her. What exactly was this loli girl trying to explain?
Even twenty years from now, probably no one would be able to understand.
Whatever, as long as the loli girl was happy every day.
Shen Nian sat back in his seat, and Chen Dong immediately turned around.
"Bro, look, I've finished eating. This... isn't right, is it?"
"You bastard, I gave you so much, and you ate it that fast?"
"Well, well, well, I don't even know who ate it all. Hurry up and give me some more."
"Not pretending anymore?"
Straight up robbing him now, huh? He laughed out of sheer exasperation.
Shen Nian spread his hands. "I really don't have any left. I gave it all away."
"Come on, bro, are you the Boy of Wealth or something?"
"I don't eat much anyway. Go ask Ma Mingfan."
"He eats even faster than I do."
"Who said that?" Ma Mingfan, brought up for no reason and slandered to boot, instantly flared up. He pulled half a packet of spicy gluten strips from his desk drawer. "There's still half a pack here, understand? If there's some left, it means I haven't finished it."
"Why are you saving half a pack?"
"Keeping it for the aroma. Haha, sorry, does it stink to you?"
"A little. That stuff has a pretty strong smell."
"Then I'm relieved. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to smell it. I specifically kept it to stink you two out."
Hearing this, Shen Nian practically dropped dead on the spot.
"Fine, fine. Next time I have snacks, I won't share them with you."
Ma Mingfan stopped laughing and shoved the remaining half pack into his mouth in one go. "Don't be like that, Bro Nian. I'll show you a special trick!"
"No need. I don't want to watch you kick Zheng Bu. It's a boring pun."
The class bell rang. Ma Mingfan muttered a few more words before turning back around. He had to show some respect to the class monitor sitting at the podium keeping discipline.
Shen Nian chilled out. Right now, he couldn't even tear off pieces of eraser to throw at Haji Chun's head. He never thought there would come a day when he'd have to figure out how to kill time.
Bored, he slapped Ma Mingfan on the back.
"?" Ma Mingfan looked back at Shen Nian.
"I needed you for something just now, but damn, I can't remember it anymore..."
"You've been secretly jerking off, haven't you? Doing it too much ruins your memory. I don't even do it anymore, and my grades are steadily going up."
"What are you thinking? You do it ten times for every one time I do." Although Shen Nian had no intention of quitting, he hadn't actually rewarded himself much lately. His time outside of school was quite fulfilling.
"Did you just... say jerk off?" Chen Dong turned around, looking dumbfounded. Then his eyes widened unevenly as he bared his teeth in a grin. "Is there anything more interesting than jerking off?"
Shen Nian and Ma Mingfan: "..."
This bastard Chen Dong, he was definitely going to be the cream of the crop of society in the future. They laughed out of sheer exasperation.
...
Evening study hall ended, marking the end of the day.
There was only one day left until the holidays. During the last period, Shen Nian had been pondering when to head back to his hometown.
He would stay in the city for another three to five days before going back.
He still had two necklaces in his drawer to give to his mom and dad. Shen Nian had already thought of an excuse: he just happened to get a scholarship, and then while scrolling through short videos, he accidentally heard the song Father, which triggered his filial piety, so he bought the two necklaces.
The filial piety trigger, also known as the little Father song, every time he heard it, he felt the need to act like a dutiful son. As for how long that filial piety would last, who knew.
"Nom nom..."
Xia Yanchun was still gnawing on a duck foot, making munching sounds. A fresh, spicy aroma followed them all the way.
"How are you still not finished?"
"It's the last one." Xia Yanchun gripped her backpack straps. It had been a long time since she had experienced this feeling of eating snacks on the way home from school.
In the past, they would buy a fifty-cent pack of spicy strips and take turns eating them, one by one.
It felt so youthful.
"Shouldn't you thank Nianbao for buying you so many duck feet?"
"Hmph, thank you, Haji Nian."
"..."
Shen Nian curled his lips. Dropping the act, he threw an arm directly over Xia Yanchun's shoulders, pulling her petite frame into his embrace as they walked together.
Xia Yanchun merely shrugged her shoulders. Since he didn't let go, she just ignored it. Anyway, none of the day students on the road knew each other, so it didn't matter if others mistook them for a little couple.
With his hand on her shoulder, he obviously couldn't behave. Shen Nian would occasionally touch a certain someone's delicate ear. At first, it was cool, but as he kept touching it, it grew warm and hot.
It wasn't that Xia Yanchun was shy; it was simply getting flushed with blood.
"..." It felt a bit uncomfortable. Xia Yanchun glared at him.
It had been rubbed until it was the color of pig liver.
Back at the apartment complex, Shen Yue was lying in her room playing on her phone, and Shen Nian took a shower as usual.
He had originally planned to go to Xia Yanchun's house right before midnight, but while Shen Nian was hanging his clothes out to dry, the front door was opened from the outside.
"Hey." Xia Yanchun bounded in wearing her slippers, skipping along.
"What's going on? What's got you so happy?"
"Look, I got another price cut."
Xia Yanchun practically sparkled as she walked out to the balcony. Ignoring the chilly wind of the high floor, she insisted on showing Shen Nian the screen where she had successfully slashed the price down to eighty bucks.
No wonder she was so happy.
"You're amazing," Shen Nian said with a faint smile.
"You see? Your Sister Chun is just that capable."
"Amazing, simply amazing. Now go warm the bed." Shen Nian lifted his chin toward the room and said in a low voice.
"What the... who wants to warm your bed? Go warm it yourself."
Sister Shen Yue's room light was still on, which was super scary, okay?
Xia Yanchun muttered under her breath. The wind in the hallway was a bit strong, and she was still wearing her pajamas. After showing off, a gust of wind left her shivering from the cold.
She quickly shrank back into the living room and cautiously slipped into Shen Nian's room.
The room was warmer than she had expected. Why was it like this? Did the room inherit Shen Nian's body heat?!
Xia Yanchun climbed onto the bed, only to find that Shen Nian's bed was still warm... He must have been lying here just now, only getting up to hang the clothes after the washing was done.
Mmm, it's so warm... and it actually smells pretty good, though it's hard to describe exactly what the scent is.
But calling it Shen Nian's scent would definitely be spot on.
Xia Yanchun's small face turned a rosy pink, and she threw a punch at Shen Nian's pillow.
Who wants to smell it anyway!
If no one saw it, then she didn't smell it!
Xia Yanchun got mad at herself. In her frustration, not only did she not want to warm Shen Nian's bed, but she also wanted to do something outrageous to him.
After hanging up the laundry, Shen Nian used the bathroom and slipped back into his room.
Xia Yanchun coming over was a bit unexpected, but it made no difference; it would be the same if he went over to her place.
He just didn't understand why Xia Yanchun was sitting on the edge of the bed. It was freezing cold, she was barely wearing anything, and yet she wasn't under the covers. If this wasn't being an idiot, what was?
"You little fool, you're going to freeze to death."
"Hurry up and get in to warm the bed," Xia Yanchun patted the soft quilt.
"If you had laid down earlier, it would be warm by now."
Shen Nian nimbly got onto the bed and slipped under the covers, only to hear Xia Yanchun whisper:
"I said I wouldn't warm the bed for you, so I won't. You just lie down properly."
Using both her hands and feet, Xia Yanchun threw a leg over Shen Nian and straddled his lower abdomen. The lingering feelings from earlier hadn't dissipated yet. Against the backlight, the young girl's crimson ears were especially clear.
"??"
Even though her face was blushing all the way to the base of her neck, she was still forcing herself to mess with your boy?
So this bad girl is just this bad, huh.
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...